Just arrived St. Pancras station and still no sleep! It's like I'm in Vegas. We're here during the Para-Olympics. London is still buzzing with Olympic fever. Stories are splashed all over their newspapers...which I might add have that tabloid or roadside accident appeal.
So I know I officially overpacked. I lugged my bag onto the scale at SFO and I missed the weight by four lbs.
I love how diverse London is. People seem are all so different, even in their styles. However, there are two things that really need to go:
1). Hammer pants. Really? Must we go thru this again?! Wasn't it enough the first time?
2). Wearing shorts over tights. This screams non-committal to me. Pick a season and stuck to it! In betweenies just look funky (as in awful-funky)
We are waiting for our train to Paris, people watching, and enjoying some Greene King IPA. Just took a walk outside and it put it into perspective that we're really in London!